“I will marry Madalynn.”
The young woman squealed upon hearing Ethan’s words, while I froze, looking at him in shock.
“However, my agreement has some conditions.”
A smile crept over Romero’s face, and nothing about the glimmer in his eye was tasteful.
“Go on…” Romero replied. “I am listening.”
I felt a heavy flow of anger and irritation coming off of Ethan through the packbond.
“I will not fulfill the marriage until after the war is complete. I have to be focused on our defense issues right now, and cannot have my mind clouded by marriage and other womanly affairs.”
A scoff from Madalynn caused me to smirk. Romero didn’t seem overly keen on the idea either, but nodded his head. “Anything else?”
“I will not get rid of my breeder, either.”
“That’s not fair! I am going to be your wife–”
Romero lifted his hand to stop his daughter's protest, and he gave Madalynn a stern look.
“Don’t speak out of turn again, or you will sorely regret it,” Romero warned her.
